Wife, [his voice curls possessively against the warmth of her skin, every ounce of his being wanting her. Needing her. More. There could never be too much of her, to him. Too much skin, too much time spent with, too much love... such things did not exist.] So beautiful. Mine. [When she tugs on his hair he obeys and leans up to kiss her in return. Sighing happily when her lips caress his face. Even as he does, though, his hand moves under the water and slides over her skin. Between them. Gently pressing through curls and seeking her even as they continue to move. To rub against her clit, tease her.]